Small sense of Winter (II)

For some reason, the winter in Yantai this year is particularly dry. The solar term of light snow has already passed, but there is still not a trace of snow floating in the air. It seems that the God in charge of the rotation of Four Seasons has forgotten to give the Holy decoration to the lower world in this season. Although it was sunny outside, the temperature was still very low. Students who just came out of the teaching building unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly. The flagstone pavement under the feet monotonously reflects the light at noon in winter, which makes people feel a little chilly coolness in their hearts. The street lamp pole painted with black paint on the roadside stood up coldly with a livid face in the cold wind. Those tall poplars beside him could not stand the raging wind in the past few days. They had already shaken off most of the leaves. At first glance, they looked like people who suffered heavy mental losses, staring at the passers-by hurriedly on the road. Several pieces of dead leaves left on the top of the high tree were turned around unwillingly under the cold wind blowing from time to time. There are light gray thin clouds floating in the sky in the distance, so the sky does not look very clear. There was a thick layer of dust on the Holly and Cedar beside the road not far away. Wisteria had already reduced the prosperous appearance in summer, and it was thin and rugged on the top of the stone corridor. The dark green grass on the lower slope crawled quietly on the gray-black ground like a devout pilgrimage. Outside the South Gate, the rice seller in the staff canteen was rubbing his hands to attract passers-by passing by sporadically. A little far away in the small square in front of the school doctor’s hospital, several old people are looking after the children wrapped in thick winter clothes. In the lengthy underground corridor leading to the West School, the light was still listless. It seems that there is no division between night and day in this world. At the end of the corridor is connected with the road paved by rough square bricks. At this moment, what comes into view is an endless lonely scene: in the Depression, a large area of declining weeds are stretching in disorder; At the edge of the Highland, A few bare tall elm trees stand woodenly; On the distant mountain, yellow trees are scattered on the high slope like iron wires. A few black Magpies were on the high branches, shouting loudly as if no one was around. Outside the West school gate is a pavement paved by ochre red square bricks. The road which is just dozens of meters is naturally divided into several sections due to the presence or absence of light. When walking on the road, it is like shuttling between different temperature belts. At the end of the pavement is a spacious sea-watching Road. Looking up, what jumped into the view is still a lonely and bleak scene. He went back to the restaurant of East School again with heavy steps. At that time, there were only a few people dining in the large restaurant. After finishing the meal symbolically, when I was about to get up and leave, I saw a strong Tibetan mastiff lying on the window edge of the opposite balcony by accident. Although I was a little scared in my heart, I still dared to lean over slowly. In front of the half-open window, a young girl was gently stroking the head of the Tibetan mastiff stretching through the window. After a while, the girl closed the window slowly, and the Tibetan mastiff withdrew back to her crescent-shaped nest very obediently. After visiting this small territory silently, it chose a place with light to lie down quietly. Behind it were those fatong and Acacia which had already fallen leaves. Several rays of light from the western sky passed through its forehead and directly shot on the cold and stiff cement board. Seeing this scene, I can’t help sighing from the bottom of my heart: Ah, you, the elf of plateau and the pride of nature, you should have galloped in your own vast wilderness, at this time, I had to commit myself to such a despicable place. Such a huge contrast is seen by people who have a heart, how can they not have thousands of emotions? How can we not feel sad? How can we not keep sighing? Suddenly, the Tibetan mastiff slowly raised its head, and in a flash our eyes gathered together. Suddenly, I was shocked by its eyes. There was endless melancholy and desolation in its eyes. Soon it lowered its head again. However, the scene at that moment brought me into the deep memory. Large pieces of gray and black clouds piled up in the sky, and the whole wilderness seemed extremely vast from a distance. The ground has already become wet, and the asphalt road is becoming more and more dark and shiny under the washing of rainwater. Suddenly, a pet dog covered with mud climbed out from behind a low bush beside the road. It is so thin that every bone on the body can be seen from time to time; It is so weak that it seems that the bone can hardly hold the thin body; It is so lonely again, like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, with a miserable back to the vast wilderness. However, it can be inferred from its carefully decorated curly hair that it must have had a decent life before. It shook the mud on its body feebly, as if it was about to fall down. Perhaps driven by instinct, it is alert to realize that there are people around. It turned back slowly and glanced at me. I was shocked by its eyes instantly. The expression in my eyes was so complicated: helplessness, fear, desolation and even hatred, which made me, an unintended passer, unable to let go for a long time. When I came back to my mind again, the dead leaves had moved away slowly with the falling Twilight. The bitter and strong cold wind shook the large branches on the high ground from side to side, A round of pale yellow sunset on the west sky is falling slowly. Gradually, the scenery in the fourth field was coated with a layer of gray. When the last ray of light was hidden behind Mount Phoenix, the old day declared to retreat forever. Where the sunset falls, the sunset glow in the dim sky is like a belt, and the bright new day seems to come soon.

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